tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82447728175341325212018-03-06T09:21:09.779-08:00JoyPure Love.Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420147159474479065noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244772817534132521.post-32326198821227111772015-10-05T10:48:00.000-07:002015-10-05T10:48:06.979-07:00Magic<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">When you hit the right note in the piano, it feels like a story has begun. When you write the right words, it feels like it is music, and letters show you a musical story; maybe that's why they say "being in the rhythm". How can I write something that plays music in your mind, rather than just ringing a bell? Shall I recite a poem, recite a collection of related beautiful words that conveys you a story? Shall I write a song, words of music? Or rather shall I tell you a story that inspires you, you get goosebumps and you feel like an inspirational soundtrack playing back in your head? Well, I might not be able to create any magic, am no magician. Its weird to think that we all know magic doesn't exist, nor does magicians, they all trick us, and yet we call them magicians and even the tricksters call themselves magicians, much like politicians calling themselves saviors. They know they can't create magic, but we keep on relying on them.<br /><br /> <br />Every country has a lot of magicians, they are so good at selling wonders, immersing you completely in their fairy tales. For a moment you enjoy the wonder and pay to see the magic but once its over, the magician is just a man, with tricks, and all his deeds have explanations. It does, but it depends if you can figure it out or not, but there sure is an explanation. A good magician is never out of tricks, and sadly, we never cease to get startled, and as the magician gets better, we pay more to enjoy his performance. And before you have realized, the game takes you over, and you pay lot more than just the ticket to watch him. Nepal has been a stage, a big stage for all performers, behold, they don't create any music, or movies, or a drama, they create enigmatic wonders, far better than any magician ever had. A vegas magician might immerse you in the magic for a few hours and maybe you remember it once in a while, but here the magician will make sure you remember the performance your entire life, it will be engraved in your identity that you had the blessing of encountering something such intricately convoluted and subtly planned that no matter what the show will be a success, no disaster, no tear, no heartbreak can stop it. Rather, the performance gets even better. <br /><br /> Why do we love magic? The idea of getting gold out of thin air is mesmerizing; Einstein might feel otherwise. It is high time we stopped loving magic and listening to fairy tales.Hasn't the world already seen much? Strangely, the universe keeps on telling the same story of hatred and filth or do we always let the magicians create it? When a magician calls an audience to the stage, and performs tricks on him, he gets amazed with the dexterity of the magician, and at the same time, all the audience, in the theater, or watching TV, will also be inawe. But the person on stage feels the wonder more than the others do. Now, what can the magician do to create the same immersion for all the others? For all the others, the imagination of the reward of immersion makes it more wonderful than it really is. Or the magician plays a very generic trick that everyone gets involved and share the immersion but when you are out of it, and you have lost yourself. This is more than just magic, it is Manipulation. <br /><br />How can the spell be broken? Don't believe in magic. It is that simple. But what if you are forced to watch the magician perform or even get paid while you enjoy his show? Well, there is no free bread, you will have to pay a very expensive ticket once the show gets bigger and the magician is surrounded by new aspiring magicians. Who is a better magician? A magician that shows gold that was hidden in his jacket, or a magician that eats crops from his own field?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420147159474479065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244772817534132521.post-20160162851775896512015-02-27T12:09:00.002-08:002015-02-27T12:09:13.243-08:00A good life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Do you believe you are living a good life? On what basis do you judge its goodness? Is it a worthy or a worthless life? If you were a good son, daughter, father, mother, brother or sister but never ever helped a stranger, will you regard your life to be a useful?, Or&nbsp; what about the other way round? What about you were never there for your family but helped hundreds and thousands of strangers all around the world? Which is more fulfilling? We never have prizes for people serving their families, maybe it is supposed to be a thing that you are meant to do, so no one gets any special reward for it. Maybe because the process of living together in a joyous family is already rewarding in itself so no one gets recognition for enjoying their lives. <br /><br />A picture of Maslow's hierarchy of needs comes into my mind, maybe when you have a fulfilling life, then you think about others. Or you can take the other route, when you are self sustained, keep on increasing the sustainability and get even more richer in emotions and finances, and never think about anyone else. So, presumably, people do whatever fulfills them. What about having a balance, what about having a life which is fulfilling the both way i.e, you are a family person, and at the same time, belong to the ages. </div>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420147159474479065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244772817534132521.post-61055641143247217212013-11-18T00:56:00.002-08:002013-11-18T00:59:03.512-08:00The beauty of a problem<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Karma in Sanskrit means work, but it also has a deeper meaning if you attempt to elaborate it. The word is pretty popular among Hindus, they believe in Karma - work, Dharma - righteousness, and then Satya - the truth. It is interesting to see an analogy i.e, Karma being the mind, Dharma the heart and Satya being a true combination of mind and heart. It is a fact that mind and heart, though separate, function together for an optimal solution for a given problem. Why do I mention about problem here? Because simply, we are all problem solvers. When we look at life in a way we define it as problems and solutions, it becomes a simplistic view of life. Meaning, we either create problems and we solve them or we solve problems created by others, that is all we do throughout our lives.<br /><br />So, how can everything be a problem? Let us start. A person is born to solve the problem of continuation. It is a fact that if the current generation ceases to reproduce, there will be no humans left. So, agree or not, we were born to solve the problem of continuation. Each one of us is a great warrior taking the responsibility of the whole generation to create a future for coming generations. Next, we need to survive, because our body is so made that we need to eat and drink. For at least now, we cannot imagine life without food because I do not know what the future holds. What if a great scientist finds out a way we never needed food. Isn't it interesting to imagine a life without food, when you never need to eat or drink. Then we won't have to spend time cooking, cleaning dishes, partying, we won't have digestive tract, we will have different mechanisms that we get energy, perhaps like solar panels, we might get energy from the sun, maybe we will be like cyborgs, maybe not, who knows, this is a crazy world already. For now, we need to eat to survive, so solve this problem of the crazy stomach first. How? Have a field to grow food, farm animals, but wait, you might not have any. You can barter it, oh no, it is so difficult to barter, lets's create something handy and call it money. So then, money was made to make life easier, a universal thing used to trade things. But of course, we trade emotions, love, and what not for money. It is another discussion to see whether money solved our problem or not.<br /><br />With money, came a flurry of ideas, businesses, jobs, economies, markets and the financial palaces of the modern world. But still after centuries of prosperity, billions are still fighting to solve the second problem &nbsp;-food. If we think deeply, these two problems cover all the problems that we have in this world. Why do you have to work so hard? Stomach, continuation. Why do you have to party? To enjoy, to have a healthy life, to stay alive - continuation.<br /><br />How actually does a problem comes into existence? Because of the circumstances? So isn't it the circumstances that creates a problem? Its more like a chicken and an egg situation. Problem takes its form when you are unprepared, or you have no idea about its solution or existence. For example, fixing a laptop can be a problem to one but a child's play to another. Won't it be fascinating to image the creation of the universe is this perspective? Why would the universe be created? Why would the problem of continuation be preceded by the root problem of "the beginning"? Ok, we create generations to solve the problem of continuation, so "the beginning" must have happened to solve an existing problem. When there was nothing in existence, why would there be a problem? Maybe, that was the problem - there was nothing there, so something needed to be done to let "the beginning" happen.<br /><br />It sure solved the emptiness, but did it actually solve something more? Further, why was beginning and continuation so important?<br /><br /><br /></div>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420147159474479065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244772817534132521.post-90903859526663917382013-11-17T23:52:00.001-08:002013-11-17T23:52:44.187-08:00Good man<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">There will never be a perfect man, never a perfect world and never a perfect solution, maybe that's why evolution takes place. But there can always be a good enough solution, so maybe the quest here can be to find a good enough man, not a good man because good can be sometimes linked to perfection, and that actually doesn't exist, so should there be a&nbsp; word called perfection even in the dictionary? What is its significance if it doesn't exist? Should we make a benchmark for something that is not achievable because there is always a good enough solution, never a perfect one. So there is never a perfect man, never even a good man, just a good enough man. You should disagree? We live in concepts. We live only in concepts. We assume good or believe bad or stay neutral, that is what we do.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />We are always finding a perfect man, in reality we look for leaders, and visionaries, prophets, and Gods. In imagination, we look for batman, superman, spiderman, any superhero, any imaginable superhuman. Why? Why do we need one? Because that it is not achievable? But to have a benchmark, to have order and normality. Very strange that we need supernormal people to make things normal. It means that normal people can't make things normal? Very strange, my understanding. It might also mean that it needs abnormal people to make things below normal and supernormal people to bring things to normal and normal people just stay there to be normal.<br /><br />So normality is always in between abnormality and supernormality.&nbsp; </div>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420147159474479065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244772817534132521.post-66275793283246578902013-04-20T08:05:00.002-07:002013-04-20T08:05:26.061-07:00A small truth<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">If I have to imagine a world, and I do dare, I envision a society which knows compassion; a land with no occupancy for animosities. But when I do ponder, I am skeptic; for the hidebound edifices of haughty minds provide, but a bulwark to prosperity. It is not hard to acknowledge that utopia is a distant dream, and it's conceivable that we may never realize it. Because, despite regarded as mindful and soulful beings, we find ourselves convoluted in a maelstrom of divisions and bogus idiosyncrasies. It is ironic that we all understand the gist of beautiful living but yet we adhere to deeds which only lead to remorse; we truly comprehend the shadows of our own fallacies and yet we choose ways that inevitably results tragedy. So the question is, why do we do it; why do we indulge in tawdry things that we always wanted should never be a part of our life? Because we pretend; inside we are not genuine and when truth debunks the castle of greedy indulgences, we cower like helpless beings. Because we lack the fortitude to face our own inner foes, we cannot forgive and we are ashamed. We neither give any chance for compassion, nor do we believe we are capable of it. A wall isn't made of a single stone, each stone is a story of bravery. One small step in the right direction can enlighten your senses and you can clearly see and face your mistakes. So, why wait for someone else to instigate the change you want to see? Be the change. </div></div>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420147159474479065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244772817534132521.post-1403536476619933842012-09-08T21:09:00.002-07:002012-09-08T21:11:07.376-07:00Shiva<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">Shiva</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shiva, even when you take the name, you feel so satisfied and secured. Shiva. Shiva. I am talking about the Hindu God Shiva. Yes, there are many Gods in Hinduism but the core of it is not the physical appearance of God, the core is the concept. There is a definite difference between what pleases the eyes and what pleases your vision. So, rather than going for the appearance of God, I feel humbled to try to understand the concept behind it. Well, I have never seen Shiva, but I feel immense truth in the words of a Saint, Adi Guru Shankaracharya who wrote amazing lines about Shiva, "I am nothing at all but the eternal bliss, the eternal joy. I am Shiva." It is about total liberation, total freedom, total joy, eternal joy and bliss. We don't even have the concept of freedom and here we are trying to analyze eternal freedom and eternal bliss.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We are born to be free, free of what? You might have heard the saying, "You should teach the person to fish but not give the fish." That is freedom, and when the person enjoys the fishing, it is joyful freedom and when he understands that he is not fishing at all, then maybe, that is when we start talking about eternal freedom. When you do something and understand that it is being done and yet you are doing it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Physics is amazing, it is just a name given to understand our nature. We can never think above physics, because we cannot think above matter and energy. That's why literature and art comes to the rescue many times and many times art at its best is physics at its best and physics at its best is art at its best. But there is even more. There is infinity, the symbol of total freedom, eternity. When you become infinite, you have eternal freedom or when you become zero. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">One word that defines Shiva for me is infinity. When you are infinite, everything become so tiny, even the trillions of universes become so tiny. I can say that it is a wonderful human achievement even to coin the word Infinity, because that is Shiva for me. And it would be amazing to think that the infinity is so joyous, the joyous infinity. There is Shiva in joy, there is Shiva in infinity. So whenever you'll see pure joy, you'll see Shiva, performing his eternal dance. </div></div>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420147159474479065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244772817534132521.post-45830785465676167462012-07-08T09:16:00.001-07:002012-07-08T09:30:21.452-07:00The T Trinity<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Time is a funny concept, why? In a way it exists and in a way it doesn't. You cannot change that happened, and you cannot rightfully change what might happen, but you can always do the best you can to see that whatever happens, the best and the most right happens. When I stand in the time scale, and visualize events of life passing by, events from the past, slowly passing through the present and becoming the future, it feels an awe and yet to stay at the present is the pleasing of all, watching eveything like a big movie, the movie of your own life, unfolding in front of you, in ways which you like or sometimes otherwise. Like you are the director, actor, musician and writer of your own movie, your own life. But there are certain patterns or templates that the universe gave to each one of us that we need to stick to, the innate nature of our being, and based on the scope of the being and the personality that develops around that nature, we create our own life, our own choices, our own desires and our own small worlds of faith. Events come and go, people come and go, worlds change, universes change, if anything that is constant, that is change. If you want a rose, you need to go to a place where you can get a rose but if you want to have a rose in your backyard, you better plant it, of course you can always imagine grasses to be lovely roses but they are not. It's a lovely planet that we live in, gives so much, so much, have been giving for a long time, never asks anything, something to learn perhaps, never late to start something that is nourishing and truthful? We are nature and we are time, we were a small single cell and now we have trillions of them arranged so perfectly that I can write these words, and worlds apart, you can read it. Earth has changed, people always change but has time changed? And should it change, should it be something like, suddenly it is the 19th century again and when you wake up the next morning it is the 25th century, can it afford to be like this? It will be a weird and unmanageable universe. Something to learn, perhaps, calmness, and constant persevearance. If time were a human being, I would salute and humbly bow to its feet, for its unimaginably clam, peaceful and stable character. We are never old. will never be, because, cells die, cells live, when we are neither, we wont. When we are events of time, we never die, we just have a start time and a finish time, but when we go back to the time we were there, we are again alive, but yes, when we are there, we are full of life energy, but then later we don't. So there ought to be a difference between events of time and the lifeful present. But wouldn't that be amazing if we could integrate them both? In the way we are always lifefully alive, like the immortal thoughts and the immortal truth. Something that is amazingly immortal, is the truth and how beautifully truth and time work together to create a wonderful universe. There is nothing that is false, if something is false, then that is just the absence of truth. So, maybe Time and Truth are the real guardians of this universe, the pillars that maintain this universe. So isnt it worthy to spend time in truth? Or spend some truth in the limited time we have, before the window closes? Truth isnt gonna change, neither can time, they both can give tricky interpretations, but you'll know it sooner or later. <br /><br />When I look at a tree, I feel so humbled, so humbled, just grows and grows, and just gives and gives, even after it dies, it gives, even after it dies, gives, then burns to give, even after it had died, given, burnt, it still gives. Three Ts, Time, Truth and a Tree, such a wow Trinity they are. One guards, the other maintains, and the last one just gives. A lot lot to learn, such a wonderful world, such a priviledge to be here and then to be able to feel its greatness and its humility, even though I just take a birth, automatically I get engaged to all these wonderful concepts, and many times, almost, everytime, we take it all for granted. Spend time in falsehood, which is the absence of truth, be in a time which is either past or future, or grow downwards, do things that harm, never take you up. Nature is such a huge resource, universe is such a great teacher, time is such a great protector, if you pay attention, they'll never let you fall, will never ever let you down, so what about learning something from these great teachers? So, maybe growing limitless in truth by just giving makes you time independent, because humility never dies.&nbsp; And when you are in truth, you'll never ever regret, because it is nourishing and life giving. &nbsp; </div>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420147159474479065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244772817534132521.post-84802844072002193452012-05-17T00:14:00.001-07:002012-05-17T04:01:01.724-07:00Mirror<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">What do you think of, when you think of a mirror? Reflection? Glass? Your face? Your self? Rectangle? Oval? Or any personal stories relating to any mirror? Well even though we are all the same, we have different perspectives and that makes us unique, maybe we look at mirrors in different ways.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The mirror doesn't do anything, its job is just to show what there is. If the mirror is not manipulated, it just reflects the truth, the reality, of things that exist. Sometimes when I look at the mirror, I see nothing, and sometimes I feel, I want to see Buddha there, but its a mirror, it cannot be manipulated, so its just a possibility, just an imagination. And then I think can I become a mirror? In the sense, can I stay there and be a reflection of reality and never be manipulated or falsified ? And will that be a life to live by becoming a mirror? Being like a mirror maybe sometimes means that you show people the reality and the truth, whether they like it or not. Because truth is truth, that is why it is the truth. And maybe that is why people break mirrors because they cannot take reality easily. Instead of changing their false obligations and views, they change the mirror instead. And what can the mirror do, but to be broken? But the mirror can be a weapon when it breaks down, can cut hard. When it is showing the truth, it is calm and silent, just shows the reality, but when it is broken, it's pieces can hurt and then it divides into many mirrors, like a hologram. and when a person looks at the broken mirror, it can see many reflections of itself. So why to break a mirror, instead of breaking the clutches of falsehood that prevents you to see the truth of your better and worse self? What have we gained, if we cannot even see that beauty in the mirror? We gain nothing.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And if the mirror is not there, then can you ever improve yourself? Can you ever know what is right or wrong in you? So, how do you find the mirror to your soul? A mirror that shows the real you, the real self. Where can it be found? Where is that mirror that shows white and black of the heart? Where is that mirror that shows the reflection of the soul? Possible to get? Strangely Impossible I guess. But that should be possible,&nbsp;isn't&nbsp;it?&nbsp;We keep on getting strange mirrors that aim to show reflection of the soul. Sometimes, people behave like they are the mirrors, sometimes words, sometimes experiences, sometimes mind, sometimes heart, sometimes nothing. That mirror is so scarce, the mirror that shows your soul to you, no matter how it is.&nbsp;But even if we find that mirror, will we believe it? Will we value it? Will we be gratified by its truth? Human nature is tricky, isn't it?&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Till I find it, O dear Mirror, I'll miss you. Don't know what will I do after I find you, but one thing I can promise, I'll use this separation time to make myself stronger to face the reality that you might show me. I am excited.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420147159474479065noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244772817534132521.post-47456273388622654452010-07-21T09:18:00.000-07:002010-07-21T09:19:06.728-07:00The ThingThe Thing<br /><br />It was all joy, the ten year old had just won an art competition, in which he had drawn a tree which gave universes instead of fruits. He was wondering how he got the inspiration to make the art and was kicking stones as he walked along. He was now thinking about making a more detailed version of the art. The tree was not so big, just the size of an average banyan tree and when the tree gave fruits, they were all galaxies. He imagined the galaxy to be just the size of a mango and it had all the solar systems, the sun, the moon, the stars, the black holes, comets, meteorites, planets and the constellations. He was smiling along, he remembered the words of praises he received when he won the competition, that how amazing he was to be such brilliant at such a small age. Then he stumbled into something. He looked ahead, but his vision was blocked. At first he thought he saw a big giant seven feet potato blocking his way. The sun shone on the top of the potato figure and he had that awe moment. Then he got his steps back and again saw it carefully, it was a giant brown stone. The stone was strange, it had a beautiful glow around it, and had reflective surface. He could see his awestruck face as he got nearer to it. He felt as if it was alive when he went nearer. He gained some courage and then tried to touch the thing, but he saw a man running away from just behind the stone, and was yelling not to touch the stone. So he backed away. The stone was on the side of the road, just blocking the path for pedestrians. He just kept on staring at the stone, for he had never seen anything like it and as he saw its fractals, he remembered the universes he madeThere was a life like , and thought that the stone is a meteorite that came from outer-space and has brought all the universes with it. He quickly ran towards his house to get his camera. But by the time he came back, there was a different story there.<br />A big crowd had gathered around the stone, and children were shouting to touch their Barba Papa. It was chaos there. He quickly started to search a place for a good photographic angle for his meteorite. When he finally found a place, there was another photographer already there. He said smiling, “This is a symbol of peace.” There was so much noise and rush there, it was amazing to see that this guy found peace in that stone. He heard some excited voices coming from behind him. They seemed to be a group of teachers and students. They were discussing that the phenomenon had happened from another dimension. That piece of unknown particle was the key to understanding the universe, they said that it knew that it was being observed and that they might or might not be destroying the wave-function, as it changed the color of its surface as they took its photograph and the photograph showed the conscious state of the photographer. They even game a name, “Eurekatron”. They were trying to approach the stone, to take a sample to the lab, but a large crowd of people chanting prayers came and surrounded the now, Eurekatron. They declared that it was now a property of a religious organization, as it has some divine powers which were foretold. They said that by touching the divine stone, one of the persons got healed of cancer. Now, the environment went crazy, now everyone wanted a chunk of it. Everyone was running like crazy. And finally cops arrived and started throwing water to the crowd to settle them. Finally there was no one around the thing.<br />The stone remained there alone and silent. It was shining with a beautiful glow after it was soaked with water that was thrown to settle the mob. The policemen were awestruck to see the thing glow with unparalleled brilliance. They called for a crane to take the thing away to the National Geological Laboratory. The crane tried to lift the thing, but it just could not lift it. They tried hard, they brought another crane, but they just could not lift it. Then finally after many trials, it made some movement. But it was all it did, and again no one was able to move it. They tried to dig around it but the area around it had become like concrete. Everyone had given up, but slowly the crane was able to lift it up very easily. A man patted the head of police from behind and said, “It can read your mind, just think that you can lift it up.” The guy with white fuzzy hair was a renowned psychologist whom the policeman quickly recognized.<br />The thing was now shown live on every TV station, but every station described and showed the thing differently. The same thing, on different channels, were different in shape, size and colour. The whole world was glued to the TV screen. The thing suddenly was an international celebrity. Finally it reached the facility. The geological department called for expertise from every field for an emergency meeting. It was decided that the thing would be kept there in the laboratory and would not be examined for some time. Everyone was skeptical about it as no one knew what it was. As it was now a global citizen, they did not want to rush and do something foolish, after all it was Eurekatron, but again they had to answer the impatient world. It was impossible not to observe the thing, no one saw it physically, but their thoughts were always observing it. After three days, when they opened the door to see it, it had become smaller. Now they urged the world to think good about the thing and save it from vanishing. But again it became smaller. Now the experts had to make a choice, do they start dissecting it or just see it getting vanished. So they decided to get samples from the thing and see what it really was. When they approached the thing, it had now grown bigger. They took the samples and divided it to the experts of every field. No one had the slightest clue of what it was? There was nothing inside it, it was just space. It was as if it was a big ball of energy with no mass. Chemists confirmed that it was an element which was never been discovered before, the head chemist named it Michaelogen. Doctors said that it had neuron like structures but it was far beyond their comprehension. Geologists believed that it was a rock from outer space. Their samples kept on vanishing as they did tests on it, but the thing kept on getting bigger and bigger. So after months of vigorous testing, no one could find out anything. No one had the simplest clue, now even theories were stopping, as it failed the next second. It was declared impossible to know it.<br />In those few months, the world had settled down, there were no wars around, there was no poverty, there were no people with big thick solitary angry heads, there were no diseases, there was just beautiful calmness around the whole world. People knew who they were, they knew their destiny, they knew themselves. The world was totally chaos free. There was no rush, it was just smooth. People knew what to do, and it was done, they did not want anything, if they wanted it was fulfilled, and they knew what they were supposed to want and they enjoyed it. And all this time the thing was glowing and growing and a scientist now, yes the same artist, was busy testing it, he looked deeper and deeper into it, it was the thousandth time he was doing the same task, he kept on getting deeper and deeper, finally the instrument reached its threshold. He just hoped it went just more deeper and suddenly it went deeper, he was awestruck, now he believed that it worked, he kept on examining deeper, and finally he saw something, it was the sample of the thing, he examined deeper, again the same sample, he kept on doing the same for very long and finally he saw something which made his eyes wide open with immense revelation, he saw himself examining the sample.Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420147159474479065noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244772817534132521.post-34353315394420981642010-05-27T01:35:00.000-07:002010-05-27T01:42:02.435-07:00Touched by GodWhen Shri Nanaka got realized, people say that he was touched by God. He glowed like the sun and radiated love like the moon.<br /><br />How great would it be, to be touched by God? When you are in total presence of God and you know that it's real, that it's happening. Wouldn't it be great to totally realize God, totally find Him, totally love Him, totally respect Him, totally care for Him and totally know Him? It will be the day to live when you are touched by God. Just a mere twitch in the consciousness and there you are, amazingly close to then never before. You know not, what it is but you know at that moment that it is nothing else but Him. There are no comparisons, no similarities; nothing resembles the feeling, that's why it's just an experience that explains. It's like telepathy, without saying anything too, you know what is being conveyed.<br /><br />Can you think of a time you were extremely happy? Extremely happy? So happy that you forgot yourself? If not, you'll soon. If yes, then imagine multiplying that happiness a trillion times, can you? I can't, to be honest. But the magnitude is to be felt and realized. It's an individual experience to have, but in the end, all the experience is the same. The amount of compassion and love that fills up in the heart is unmanageable, sometimes, love just pours up from the eyes and sometimes you feel so beautifully heavy that you cry loud with Joy. And yet, you are very silent, so silent that you are always with Him. Compassionate silence defines Him the most. But I can't bind Him with my small little tiny combination of letters, He's big. He's so big and yet he can stay comfortably in my heart. My heart can't be so big but it was Him who was compassionate to stay in my tiny heart.<br /><br />Eyes laugh with Joy, and Heart, it pours only compassion, brain becomes totally settled and everywhere you see, its just joy, pure joy. The world suddenly seems very big and in that big world, you see Him, totally silent and joyous. It's very amazing to see that words are missing because it is now totally understandable why people could not describe more, they were busy being totally drenched in Joy. No joy compares it and you don't know how much it may last, so as far as you can, you just experience it. And that experience happens in another plane, so maybe the grammar and language of that plane doesn't do much justice to the language of this plane. When you are elaborating joy, it's a very difficult task. If you are happy of something, then you can describe the reason of happiness, things that led to that joy and the outcome. But when you are amazingly joyous for no reason at all, then what do you elaborate? Can you stretch a rubber which doesn't exist?<br /><br />When time is just time, and nothing else, then the era of joy begins. When time has nothing else attached with it, then starts the real joy of living. When Absolute Joy, Love, Compassion and Satisfaction mix together to give something with amazingly indescribable brilliance, then starts the true existential justification. Is there a life, if you have not lived to its full potential? When time becomes absolute joy, then it becomes the actual justification of existence. Time ceases to function as its busy being joyous.<br /><br />The instant, time is dissolved in joy, and then it is the actual beginning of the beginning. When consciousness only functions joy, then starts Absolute Compassion and that compassion is fully for that absolute joy.Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420147159474479065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244772817534132521.post-11393274419929170932009-09-14T11:05:00.000-07:002009-09-14T11:06:09.760-07:00I<div style="text-align: justify;">It feels sometimes strange to know that every individual is so much different; every person who lived and will live is different from each other. At this instant, 2009, we are about six billion people. Well we were not so much ever. So given that a generation lasts, in average, about 50 years, and if in average each generation has about three billion people, then we have about 120 billion people since Christ. That's a lot of human beings, a lot. How many humans do we connect to in our active live- relatives, friends, friends of friends, relatives of relatives, colleagues, teachers, neighbors, and so on and on. Well, how many people do we connect to or know, to some extent, in our lives? A 1000 of them, maybe a maximum of about 5000. Let us keep an average of 1000 people. I know Obama is the American President but I do not know him, and so doesn't he. So, among them how may of them really matter? Maybe 10-20 or even less, 3-5. Well, sometimes, it comes down to just a single count. Me or I..... I. Well for some people, it's a very important word, for some it's a very funny letter, for some it's a very depressing word, for some, well, for many it's the way of life.<br /><br />Just the ninth letter of the English alphabet, and it rules the world. I rules the world. A single I combines with similar I's and makes a community I, a group I and then a country I. And sometimes, when they see an alien movie, an earth I. And sometimes, when you need to help someone, I becomes You, only sometimes becomes a We, that too for the sake of I, not for You or for We in a true sense. When a baby gets born, there is no I. And one day, I comes to visit him. I tempts the, now, so called, grown-up baby. The grown up is lured into many delicacies like my, mine, me. Further with time, it gives bonuses of possession, belonging. But it also gives action, and urge. Gradually I becomes his best friend. He doesn't roam around with anyone, but I. Even if he's with anyone, he's with I. He hallucinates and dreams of only I. Then, I gives him a Christmas offer - Hate, Lust, Greed and Sin. And all these offers he sees as Protection, Love, Responsibility and Power. Gradually he becomes combined to I, so much so that there remains no difference. He recognizes himself with I and nothing else. It becomes like an obligation for survival. His songs sing praises of I, and his needs and wants become Superlative. With this misidentification of false I, he totally forgets Iself. The same Iself with which he used to laugh and cheer when he saw a bird flying, sun rising gently, or tides touching his feet. He doesn't even remember the time when Iself taught him to be happy, that happiness which twinkles in the eyes. But rather, he sees that happiness in the Power of I or the Lust of I.<br /><br />And one day he gets really tired. Then he tries to call I, but he's not available. He becomes sick, and I doesn't answer. He gets into a lot of trouble, he cries for I to help. But no answers arrive, just silence which haunts like the realization of his greatest phobia. Then out of desperation, he starts to hate I, in this course, he starts hating Iself, mistaking Iself for I. He gives troubles to Iself thinking that he's troubling I but he doesn't realize that he's hurting Iself very much. Finally out of desperation, he tries to consult We, but he finds out that We also was a combination of I, just like a shiny diamond necklace, where no diamond knew harmony, but did shine. All this while Islef was trying to communicate with him or to arrange meetings with We, he knew would help. But he would neglect every signals. And one day Iself gathered all its powers and called I. Initially I did not come but after some time I came. It came with all his powers of hatred, lust, domination. But this time Iself was prepared. When he saw him coming, he just remained silent and with it made him also silent. He did not move at all. I came and launched a full attack form every possible angle he could. But he did not react, cause, he was silent and this silence Iself gave him. I tried everything and finally gave up. And as I was leaving, Islef opens itself and asks him to call I. Then when he called I, I came back, but this time, with his power of action and just action, nothing else.<br /></div>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420147159474479065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244772817534132521.post-76048722986710045242008-08-09T05:53:00.000-07:002008-08-09T05:58:44.575-07:00Shri Hanumana<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLqT9Bowp4E/SJ2URzOdyQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5TE0zAZ2XlI/s1600-h/hanumanji.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232501375603951874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLqT9Bowp4E/SJ2URzOdyQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5TE0zAZ2XlI/s320/hanumanji.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">A thousand salutations. I cannot humble more. I cannot even rise more. I do not know if I was born, ever, or am I to you, to be in you, your arms and shine in your eyes. Immortals perish, eras end, universe comes to a rest, you stay, stay in the essence, of me, you, we all, and the universe that just rested. The completeness in your eyes, the art of its strength, and the calm of its patience, dissolves the I. Such loyalty, such faith, a compare to none, only you, the mighty, the whole you, a jewel you. Rising, you as truth, as I sings your forgiveness. The I, not me, the I, me, minus I, the core, the essence, the existence of none. I longs your love and then waits to be you, you and you who prevail.<br /><br />Contained, precise, a dictionary of its own, wisdom of its own origin and truth like the nothing, spread like universe and light like space, your praise echoes like the pulsations of the planet, the light of the core and like the corridor of completenss. Was it, now, is it now, or will it be now that I won’t be born again, you firm your essence from the heart of the Lord, from the care of Love and souls of heaven.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">Be I not in play, nor in false, neither in nor, nor in neither, in your essence, in your all. </div>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420147159474479065noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244772817534132521.post-57311305243193994142008-08-06T10:14:00.000-07:002008-08-06T10:35:35.673-07:00Who…?<div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLqT9Bowp4E/SJncpGe_dHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1kV7exu4qQc/s1600-h/492871761_43a6d0789a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231455040840889458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="210" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLqT9Bowp4E/SJncpGe_dHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1kV7exu4qQc/s320/492871761_43a6d0789a.jpg" width="250" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="justify">I was resting in my garden, just throwing my body in the grass, closing my eyes and just resting like I was nowhere. I could feel the beautiful flowers around me, and the occasional brushing of breeze was very pleasing. Then I felt something around me, something ran around me, and then stopped in front of me. I opened my eyes and sit hastily and was amazed to see a big man in front of me. He was a huge man, he was about 7 feet tall and wore a long white colour robe. He had long grey hair, and had such a beautiful smile. He was smiling at me and looked as if I was in his family. I was very confused, I could not ask anything, I was clueless, and then he nodded his head, then I suddenly with a rush spoke, ‘Who are you and how did you come here?’ He smiled again and then said, ‘Everyone knows me, you also know me.’ I was very confused, very jumbled up, very weird. There was a bucket, some metres away, in which water was filling up from a tap, but amazingly the tap was open, the bucket was full, but still the water was not overflowing. We looked at the bucket and then looked at me, then nodded his head again, then the water started to overflow. He looked at me again, then said in a very friendly voice, ‘So, you wanted to know my name..’ </div><div align="justify"><br />I was very terrified at this moment, I was feeling very thirsty, perspiring, I said nothing, just looked at him. He then said, ‘You see this flower.’ I looked at the flower, and then again looked at him. He touched the flower, then the flower suddenly began to wither, the red flower became pale and in no time, fell to the ground. I was very terrified this moment, very afraid. ‘Don’t be afraid son, don’t be.’, he said.<br />‘Who are you? Are you some magician, or some kind of …… ’<br />‘So you still haven’t recognized me.’<br />‘No, are you God or some kind of a devil, what are you, who are you.’</div><div align="justify"><br />‘Hahaha….’, he smiled like an accomplished poet, and then said, ‘Well, humans give me many names, I am no God, nor am I a devil, but I am both as well. Sometimes I am potrayed as God and sometimes devil.’ He moved his hand towards me, and then touched me on my forehead, I got so terrified that I started to crawl away from him. He did this so swiftly that I could not get time to run away. Looking at this, he burst into a big laughter. And said, ‘Ahh…… humans.’ I then stopped and looked at him. He stood up still and the spread his hands wide and then vanished just like that. </div><div align="justify"><br />I did not know what to do, I was very afraid, what would I be like, what will happen to me, he had touched me, will I wither like that flower, will I end? I was very terrified, then I looked at that flower, it was gone. There was a small plant there, at the place where the flower fell, and then I again looked at the place from which the flower had fallen off, there was amazingly a new, very marvelously beautiful flower. </div>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420147159474479065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244772817534132521.post-838944544890728802008-08-03T09:52:00.001-07:002008-08-03T09:54:12.124-07:00Idol<div align="justify"><br /> A cup of coffee doesn’t solve any problem. Also there is no harm in having one. How this global crisis is going to be solved? Who has the answer to this problem? So many things are happening so fast around us that we need to see below us, if the land remains. It’s as if we are moving on an escalator. Things are happening so rapidly and spontaneously. Let us group, flow some networks, look for corporate contacts, aim for a higher feedback, big salary, big profit, large futures, dream a holiday and dream a celebrity status. Are we done? There’s no point living a pessimistic life, and also there’s no point living an aimless life. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br /> Isn’t it time that, we assessed ourselves? When will this discomfort of the society be solved? They say they have problems only in the poorer countries. Does this mean the richer ones live in heaven? Is a bath in diamonds and salvation in sex, the ultimate? Never. So, what does a poor county learn from these all? What example does a father give to his son, in different walks of life? Does he encourage his child to become like a Noble Prize Laureate, or a Rap star, a successful footballer, the Secretary of the United Nations or the President of America, a great scientist, a philosopher, a visionary, an actor, a model, a business tycoon? Whom does he look for, to make an idol for his children? Do any of them satisfy the need of a father? Maybe some do, maybe all of them do. Who’s there who can inspire you? An image which can make you feel that you have a part to play. A person who can sow a seed of gratitude and humility to do things the right way, the way it needs to be done. Is there any human alive this day, who can inspire you to live a life where you never wanted more? A life full of present. A life in which you do not need to grief about the past and never cry about the future. A person, who can show you the right way, the way to a life of beauty and love. And, of course, these days love and sex are used as synonyms, isn’t this a sign of something really strange, humans behaving like animals? So, who can be a leader to tame these animals? Who is there, who can teach humans to love again? And that, the love is all justified. Is there a human alive this present day, whose love is all justified, whose life is all justified, whose vision is all clear and powerful? </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br /> I go to find an icon in the history, whom I can say, is an idol. I person whom I can proudly say, I want to be like him, or a person I can suggest to a Father. The World history is full of icons. And not all are humans; some are angels and devils of the myths and some even God. Of course, we do not know if an angel or a God exist, but looking at the present scenario of the globe, one really thinks that devil does exist. Devil, in the form of all the mishaps and ills that is going on around the world. So, I need to make sure that I do not pick a devil from the pages of history. So where do I start from? Ahh, Prehistory. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br />Men were uncivilized beings then. They lived together but had no society. They slowly discovered wheels, fire, cooked food, made homes and some clothes made out of feather and leaves. It’s funny to see fashion industry still endorsing those leaves, what great respect to our ancient past! So, is he the idol, the one who first discovered fire, or clothing, or cooked food? Perhaps, he is. Hadn’t it been for him, we would still be hanging in trees and killing rabbits and deers, even mammoths, perhaps, for raw meat. So, what I get from him now? I can’t apply his theories of cooking food and wheels and fire today. He was radical. He taught people how to look for ideas, how to think for a better living, how to protect your body and how to eat better food and how to get shelter. He was farsighted, so he taught his son to work for community, as community was just a concept, then, which was near to be in practice. So, I say to a father, make your son radical, a person who works for others. Tell your son to analyze his necessities well and find a solution which works well, for all his community. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br />Then, men needed a community, they started farming, they kept animals, and had social gatherings. They started to analyze their necessities and together they lived. So, to live even better, they needed some rules, some rules of living. Similarly, people began to know how to trade, and how to establish relations between another human. But they were still brutal. Brutal in living, and thoughts. With trade and business came greed, and lust took bigger shape. So people became even more brutal. People were made slaves and treated like animals, sometimes by humans and sometimes by their own brains. They were living an unorganized life, not knowing what to do? So, now and then came a visionary who taught them how to live, how to be a human, how to get the most out of their livings? </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br />While talking about the idols, while running through the human history, we find so many influential figures and icons. Let’s attempt to talk about the impact they made in a humane basis. All trying to lead us towards a happier and evolved state. So, the search for an idol went through many biographies and myths, many wars, and social conflicts, many tragedies and solutions, many religions and experiences. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br />It analyzed the Sainthood and Detachment of the 10,000 B.C King Janaka from the Hindu epic Ramayana, also the bravery, self-discipline and love of a true King, a true Son, King Rama, of the same era. The love and deed of a true Mother and a true wife was reflected by the same King’s wife, Sita. An ideal friend was played by Hanumana and an ideal brother by, Laxman. And then there was another King, Krishna, from the epic Mahabharata, who taught to be a witness to this Worldy happenings and how one should always complete his humane purpose, by his teachings in the epic Geeta, at about 6000 B.C. There was Moses, who taught human to fight against bad. And with him came the ways of living for all. The way he fought against slavery, was so brave and worth mentioning. His ten commandments, now become a basis of good living and many laws. Then was, Socrates who taught humans to analyze, and think, and explore. Though he welcomed death with his open arms, he died telling us to analyze. Also there was Zarathrustha, who respected females as the teachers of nobility and purity, and asked men to rise in morality by these teachings. Again, there was Confucius, who taught to live in fairness, modesty, wisdom, sincerity and well-wishing. There was Lao-Tse who always preached about action through inaction, and told to good everybody. There was Abraham who was so well- known for his benevolence, and always treated humans like precious jewel, and also there was Prophet Mohammed, who taught humans to feel the pain of another human and treat all equally. We have Jesus Christ, who through his forgiveness and love, taught us all to kill all our ego and live a saintly life. Again, there were Gautam Buddha and Mahabir, both of whom lived the life of a Sanyashi, leaving the pleasures of palace and preached about self-detachment, non-violence and forgiveness. We cannot forget Guru Nanaka, who always preached about equality in all religions.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br />And there was Alexander, the great, an icon of bravery and self-confidence. There were Archimedes and Plato, who influenced us towards scientific approach to life. Chanakya, minister to a Maurian King of the Maurya empire, so vastly known for his politics and intellect. We also know about Genghis Khan, the powerful Mongol King, whose empire conquered all Asia. We all praise Michangelo and Leonardo da Vinci for their creativity and versatility. We cannot forget Albert Einstein for his theory of relativity, Newton for gravity, Edison for his thousand inventions, Alfred Nobel for dynamite and the Nobel Prize, Jung for his psychoanalytical success, Freud for his sexual interpretation of the psyche, Hitler and Napolean for their bloodshed, Shakespeare for his powerful and fine dramas and poems and Babbage for his mechanical computer and Darwin for his evolutionary theory, Marx for this theories, Mahatma Gandhi for his simplicity and great inspirations. Our world is shaped by so many different categories fo people. There are so many of them, these icons, in history, who have constantly shaped the path of history and the fete of mankind and has now become a basis for the future human. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br />Bill Gates earned a lot, Pele hit so many goals, Jordon did many baskets, Ambani and Mittal grew great, China is betting for the economical leader, U.S wants control, some are dying for religion, some for nothing, many are depressed, many do not bother a bit, some enjoy in everything, and are in perfect control, NASA wants to go to Mars now, some are investing on green future, others are hoping they do so, all teenagers want to become like the person they see in television, television are showing whatever they like, internet is getting very crowded, so is the earth, but the forests are not, neither is love, Mayan calendar ends on 2012, we are in Kali Yuga of Hindu mythology, world economy is getting very unstable, climate is changing, so are people’s priorities, hate is increasing and so is the global temperature, earth is an island, the space station is in the space, world leaders are having groups, some are pretending, some are sane, some are not, humans want a change, so does the fox in the zoo, Africa is hungry, so is the Lion, water levels are rising, so is the temper, rich are enjoying their monopoly, not the poor, their poverty, Newsweek has plenty of news, Iraq is all the same, politicians can’t be trusted, so can’t be the baboon, skin is selling a ton, naked and in action, parents are confused, children are never burdened more ever, Branson wants to go to space, Obama is fighting, Abraham Lincoln and Kennedy share a mystery, it’s difficult to remove a tattoo, so is fear, habit and loss, there is energy crisis, so was it before industrial revolution, scandals are in the news, so is cancer and aids, humans are getting tired, scientists are growing, people want peace, more want pleasure, some death, middle east is very rich, there’s great competition, people want money, people spend so many, some tribes in brazil threw weapons to helicopters, people are still dying a natural death, blood is still red, people still don’t know if God exists, String theory is on the rise, so are killings everywhere, fantasy movies are ruling their business, specific movies for specific viewers are being popularized, video games include bigger, ruthless creatures, people are working days and nights for peace, for loneliness and for lust, humans were wilder then, now they are in clothes, but still the same, some know how to impress, some don’t, people want love, NGOs are INGOs are advertising more, people are teaching people to look for destiny, some are true, some just fake, some got the truth they searched, some wasted till death, there are more diseases than cures, some are cured miraculously, some are lucky, some aren’t. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br />The list goes on increasing, and will never stop, never, because human mind never stops, it always searches. It always searches for another stop, and stays for a time being and then tries to find another, no matter, if it takes centuries. So, what did I gain from this all? Did I get an idol from this search? I came to realize that, we are in a great state of evolution. We have passed so many years of human civilization and only recently has so many things happened so fast. So, it has now more emphasized my thought of assessing ourselves even more better. Are we running away from truth? I fear. So, I cannot really find an idol, because each individual is an individual, I conclude. He has his own role to play in the path of evolution. It would have been a different history if Shakespeare killed like Hitler and Alexander preached like Confucius. Each individual is a part of evolution and has a work to do. There might be some whose theories were questioned, and some whose falsity ruled, but they all played a part. Maybe, it’s what they were destined for. So, I ask a father to ask his son to search his own way out, of this trauma. I suggest him to make his son capable of judging right, in this vast field full of idols. Do not choose an idol, right away. So, the father has to give his son this ability to analyze and the son has to develop a longing towards a quest. A quest, that can be of anything, but he needs to have wisdom, to look at a thing from every perceivable angle, even happiness, even God! Only then can he become a human, and it is how he can grow, and see reality on true colour. You never know, this young boy can be the next idol! </div>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420147159474479065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244772817534132521.post-61220240456154641072008-07-19T09:22:00.000-07:002008-07-19T09:28:05.427-07:00Waiting....<div align="justify">The whole world is waiting and watching. People seated with great anticipation, all know its going to happen, when will it happen? Its total darkness, all are staring at one direction, when will the curtain open, when can we see it? And finally, the curtain slowly rises from below and it gradually rises up. The dark slowly moves up and like a painter dissolves colours, the dark slowly faints down into a gradient. With great majesty, He comes out, like a King, a Master who is totally in full control, like a Leader, a warrior, moving forward with great Heart and confidence, He rises. Even though He does it everyday, He never stops, never misses His duty. And yet His first looks spread so much love into the world. The way he touches each and every element of this kingdom of His, it feels like a Father caressing his child, putting his hand over his child’s head and giving him life again. He does it everyday, and yet He never gets tired, He is so determined, so Brave. </div><div align="justify"><br />He, greets a lovely morning to his child, and his collegues. The sky again starts to get its blue, and clouds come and join him. Air vibrates in joy getting his warmth. The fury of his soul is so tremendous and yet his warmth so lively, ‘Ah, my companion for spreading life.’, Air sighs. Oceans take a bow to him, just waiting to work together again and give circulation to the world. The Light slowly begins to spread everywhere, touching and loving everything. And he does it with so much silence, so much mastery, so much integrity. The work, its so in a rush, but yet, its so silent, so deep, so vast, so doubtless. It’s such a great work and yet all work in so perfect harmony, enjoying their work, serving their Master, a Master only they can recognize. </div><div align="justify"><br />They, the Caretakers, they all integrate into everything, and see the greatest creation of their Master. Their child, Humans. They have all seen them grow, from amoeba to this stage. From the inception of the universe to this made-complex world, they all have the history embedded in themselves, each and every thing that happened, each and every pages of history, they know it. Like a Mother loving her child, they have loved the humans, in each and every stage they were in, making favourable conditions to grow, to prosper and evolve, to gain a status of Human Beings. To become alive, to live, to have to ability to Love, to judge, to know, they know how humans have prospered. They have waited billions of years, it has been such a long wait, to see Humans prosper, to grow and to behave. There were times when they were just a cell, and they did not know how to grow, then slowly they learned to multiply, then they began to have life and they again gave another life. They crawled, they swan, they flew, they went through everything, they ate themselves, they killed themselves, they perished, they became extinct, they fought, they cried, they died and they again got born, and finally with great great endurance, they became Humans. The Caretakers have witnessed it all, their ups and downs and their struggle, but was it their struggle? Was it by itself you learnt to give life? If so can you make a new life again after it has perished? The Caretakers saw it all, how the small pieces of a jigsaw puzzle came together to make a Human. How beautifully it was made. Then again one day, the human grew a fantastic. He saw the world, he looked at the soil, the light, the bright object on the blue canvas far above his head, he felt the cold of an element that he takes in and gives out, and the liquid that often fell from above and also quenched his thirst. This same thing he taught his son as well, and this son taught this to his friends and generations after generations, the same thing kept on going, and one day he had an idea, he looked into the calm liquid and saw a figure, he moved his hand, so did the figure, he moved his head, so did the figure, then he got this idea, this is me, I am this. So, he made what he named as a mirror. He then went infront of this new creation of his, which came from the things he compiled, and all these compilations came from the world around him, he did not create anything of his own, he tired to but he could not. When he saw himself in the mirror, he felt so glad and so happy and so proud, he began to look at himself with the feel of a master, a master who can create things. He then started losing respect to everything and went on creating and solving his problems, every day he became to make things more complex, thinking that he would make things simpler. The more he tried to untie the rope, the more it began to entangle. Then he tried to find a solution to be happy with it and learned to live with it, trying to compensate this bind. Then his anger began to show on the Caretakers. He began to destroy them. And, Even then the Caretakers looked them with the same love and compassion, trying to find a way to get the child out of these shackles. But they could do nothing, for he worked faster then they had thought, and his work multiplied tremendously with every pulse. </div><div align="justify"><br />One day something happened. Something that was very strange for him very weird. One of them got his idea to show some concern towards another when this person became ill. He tired to help him, and when he did so he felt so good, light. But to his despair, everything he did could not help his companion much, the companion stopped taking air and then stopped moving and with great pain, stopped everything. It was great silence, great sadness he felt from inside. What happened to him, where is he now? Just some time ago he was looking at him and trying to say him something, but now, he’s there but still not there. Where has he gone? He tried everything to wake him up. He used up everything he had, and this misery he just could not bear. But he could do nothing, he failed, he was just speechless, just halted. Then he submitted this companion to the Caretakers, they took them and in no time, was inside them. But how can it be? He thought? So what difference is there between me and the companion? He had disintegrated and me, am here, waiting to disintegrate. But why? This he could not answer. He searched and searched, sometimes some different people came to him and sometimes some taught him and sometimes he went to some to learn and find the answers. He got some answers and sometimes, his questions began to multiply. He was really confused if he got the answer or was dumb again. He just did not know. </div><div align="justify"><br />Desperate, he was, and yet fighting with his shackles, he again had this idea, the same idea he had before. He closed his eyes and saw the mirror he made long before. But this time the mirror was not infront of his eyes, it was inside his eyes, it was inside himself. He got no answer but still he wanted to go inside, for outside he had searched all, and found none. Then he began to search inside himself, looked into his existence, and analyzed his journey. It was as if nothing was really in his control ever, his birth, his growth, his intellect, his search, his misery, his happiness, it was such a long journey, such a tiring thing. Then some words of wisdom came to his mind, he began to realize that some words and lessons taught to him by some of his fellow humans, whom he then thought as fools were so right, they had warned him about it all, but he did not listen to them. </div><div align="justify"><br />Then one day, as he was looking inside himself, he felt total happiness, he felt he was total, completely fine, and shaped. He analyzed all his mistakes and started to make inroads to the inside. He felt like a child who had knowledge to love the Caretakers, and his child, his fellow friends and bowed infront of the Caretakers. He saw it all, like a drama that was played from the beginning to this point and was so amazed by its accuracy and diligence. He began to thank the Caretakers, and then thought, ‘How can the Caretakers have done it all? This can’t be.’ They did not do it, I cant do it, then, who? He was confused, very confused, then the answer came to him from nowhere. There must be a Master of the Caretaker, He concluded, ‘I don’t know you, haven’t seen you, but I deeply know that you are there. All this drama, all this play, you did it. I don’t know when I can meet you, but I really want to meet you someday, I don’t know how. I am not sure that if I have already met you, or am in the course, but something tells me that the caretakers will take me you someday, maybe when my eyes are open or when my eyes are closed.’ And the Shackles, well, they slowly began to fall off.</div><div align="justify"> </div>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420147159474479065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244772817534132521.post-7958895018441363952008-04-12T21:51:00.000-07:002008-12-08T14:51:24.275-08:00Sky<div align="justify"><br />When I see above, the blue sky with clouds, I feel as if a great painter has used all his creativity in it. The coloration, the magnificence of it just delights me. It delights me as much as a small child gets delighted by a stick of Cadbury. I sometimes wonder if I could be as wide and as silent as it is. Its so high and yet it seems so close. Just looking at all the mishaps that’s going on below. It sometimes rains hard as if to show its pain, and a clear sunny day gives way to its marvelous smile. Whatever the circumstances, its always there, watching and enjoying its grandeur. It has no limits, no limits it can measure.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188589957776513346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 618px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="160" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLqT9Bowp4E/SAGTE4ZtmUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xhqbZc58sns/s200/sky-21.jpg" width="270" border="0" /><br />How can a person be optimistic? How can a life become a fruit? How can a sky shine? People often sometimes confuse detachment with being a loser. But how can u get yourself out of it, if you are always attached to it? A person will always remain sick if the person just doesn’t want to be out of the sickness. How can a person see the beauty of life if he cannot rise above the hurdles, pains, grief and sorrows of life a see it all from the above, like the sky watches it all. What is gone is gone. Past is past and the future, well, no one knows. So, what’s the point living in something that already existed and something that has not yet existed? So, being the sky, being the present is all that matters. Mr. Bhandari, e.g, lost all his wealth, and now he lives in his past griefing it all. But when he sees the laughter of his infant grandson, he forgets it all. He forgets that he needs sleeping tablets to sleep. And again at night, the same story continues. No one in life is completely happy, no one. Pain is a great teacher. It makes us realize how important happiness is? Sometimes, we take happiness for granted, and curse ourselves and our misfortunes for being in the state we are. It gives some relief, but does it heal it all. Never. In some part of our consciousness, it remains and haunts us. So to get rid of this, the strength of our own spirit makes a great deal of a difference. We can either grief all life and forget to live or be spirited and live a powerful, lovely life, enjoying the greatness of life. So, it’s the great teacher, the Sky, which teaches us to remain happy, to enjoy it all and be as wide, as silent, as happy and as mysterious as it is. I am sky, I am sky, whose width is measured by my lips when I laugh from the heart, and whose shine twinkles in my eyes.<br /></div>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420147159474479065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244772817534132521.post-41917107292378069182008-04-12T21:44:00.000-07:002008-12-08T14:51:24.446-08:00Ganesha - the Powerful<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLqT9Bowp4E/SAGUGoZtmVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/T1d_pQbhF-g/s1600-h/ganesha151.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188591087352912210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLqT9Bowp4E/SAGUGoZtmVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/T1d_pQbhF-g/s200/ganesha151.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">And there was Shree Ganesha dancing and roaming around like a small child. A small brilliant child whose radiance made the whole Universe enlightened. The child was so lovely that wind would swiftly blow near him to touch him, it would rain slowly so that it could feel his tenderness and the sky, it would descend down to feel his charm of innocence. His laugh spread like light, his eyes twinkled like stars, and his smile, well, it would melt anything. His purity was so great that nothing compared to him, nothing, not even Perfection, he was far ahead of it. His tiny feet when touched the ground, Mother Earth would care his feet, for She is the Mother. His tiny fingers and feet when made footprints in the ground, it would seed a lotus. When he danced, it would be Spring, and when he would say some words, air too would dance being blessed a vibration. What he enjoyed, nobody knew, what he liked, no one could guess, because he would like anything, nothing could make him unhappy, nothing not even tears, as tears were shy to come in front of him, and anger, well, anger had to run away, as his anger burnt like a furnace, anger was of no match.<br />So, one day when evil came to him, and tried to lure him to have a fruit, he would have it, and the evil that was in the fruit would remain inside. Seeing this, the evil would be surprised and he would give him another fruit to eat, this time even more delicious. Ganesha would have it all and would be looking at him with the same innocence and love. Evil would give him everything he had, and would do every evil he could, but Ganesha would take it all, he would make the evil tired of his own evil, and if this evil would not give up, then, he would be as big as infinity and would engrave this evil within himself and destroy the evil inside this evil. Then, there would be no evil inside this evil, he would run hard and shout aloud trying to find its identity, as evil was the only thing that he knew, now he knows none, he could not think evil, nor could he do evil. It was as if he was nothing. Then he would understand that there was no difference between he and Ganesha, that Ganesha made him himself. Ganesha made him himself. Ganesha made him himself. And even then Ganesha would look him with the same innocence of love and would want nothing from him, having had taken all evil from him. He would stay there looking as bright as the sun and would take good in his arms and make him his child, for he was a son and knew how His Mother loved him and would show the same love to good, not evil anymore, not evil anymore.</div>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420147159474479065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244772817534132521.post-38298377610718203942008-04-12T21:43:00.000-07:002008-04-12T21:44:45.348-07:00Devi<div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Suddenly I saw a big lady, she was huge, she looked very angry, she kept on staring, her look was really omni-directional. She seemed to be looking through things. Her eyes were razing with fire, her hands looked fierce, and her legs were ready to do many things at once. There was sometimes great pain and sometimes great fierce in her eyes. Yet, she was stable, very stable, very quiet, not making the slightest of sound. Slowly she took a long breath and closed her eyes, then she opened her eyes with great speed. Slowly her face began to shine like a thousand stars. Her face even black, was so radiant, so beautiful she looked, even in great anger. She now kept on staring at a particular direction, and then suddenly her eyes became bigger and then she had tears on her eyes. Those tears vaporized by the time they rolled down her cheeks. She then slowly became more stable and went into complete silence doing nothing and sat quietly, and then her appearance changed to complete white. She was as white as the clearest cloud, like the whitest snow, just pure, just clear. Then the white became a glow and the humane body descended into itâ€™s a shapeless shape. She looked, she looked satisfied, and so stable again, so lovely. It felt as if she was about to smile, as everywhere there were flowers blossoming, birds chirping, and it rained and stopped making the climate more and more pleasant. Sun was shining, She looked at it, then sun shone brighter as if it was waiting for her nod. Now the glow looked more lovely with all the colours radiating around her, it as like a rainbow in the shape of a human, but very soft, not quite viewable but when you see it once, it becomes more clear than anything else, so subtle, so pretty, so brisk, so soft, like a cool breeze rubbing the cheeks on a hot day. It felt as if life has achieved everything, there cant be more spectacle in life, it was total halt and yet everything was running. It was nowhere and yet I felt everything. Her eyes engraved the whole universe, her wisest smile then started. It was like total love, total pleasance, total art, total purity, just love that radiated from it. It was as if time would even stop to witness this smile, the grandeur of it had no proportions, no ratios, no meanings at all, just total love, pure love, it was only giving it had, no taking, no taking, no taking, just pure, just the definition of purity, definition of love. So powerful was the smile that it felt as if she knew only to smile. A million smiles of cute little infants with big bright marvelous eyes wouldnâ€™t match this smile. Rather they all were present there. It suddenly then felt as if I was not alone, I looked behind but there was no one. I kept looking at her, trying nothing, waiting for nothing, not even curious what would happen next, just watching and enjoying this nothingness, this love, which I felt inside me now. I began to feel her love. I then learned this art of loving so quick and then looked at her with the same tame she granted me. Then it grew even more, even it was like a candle in front of the sun, but the candleâ€™s glow had a presence and this presence then slowly vanished, and in no time it was inside the sun of her radiant love. Slowly she began to float, air suddenly felt so thick and she began to absorb all that is everywhere, I was as if I was being pulled, but so slowly and so caressedly, all looked dizzy and suddenly I was sure I was not dreaming, because I was looking at the whole universe, and yet it looked so small, so small. Then it all vanished in thin air, total silence, I could not even feel myself then, cause I was not I anymore, I was dissolved in the greatness of her, the light of her love and the float of her silence. She was MahaKali, then MahaSaraswati, and then Maha Laxmi</div>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420147159474479065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244772817534132521.post-20748379761923511712008-04-12T21:36:00.000-07:002013-11-17T23:54:26.921-08:00Science and Religion<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div align="justify"><span style="text-align: left;">This was probably the first war that was started when people began to see things with reasoning, Science Vs Religion. Science defines things whereas Religion gives hope. It's a vast task trying to say what a consequence named "Science" has led to. Science has made possible the world today we stand in and look forward to seeing things even better. On the other hand, everyone argues about, what religion has given us? It has given us prayers and from religion, gets derived traditions and rules and regulations and all those protocols that restricts us to be free. We feel so compelled due to religion. And the most important thing, religion gives us only beliefs and not things that can be sensed through our sense organs and our brain. How can we believe something that doesn't exist in the dimension of time and space?</span><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLqT9Bowp4E/SAGUwYZtmWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/L8NfIO6oXyo/s1600-h/algemeenadministrator1img1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="258" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188591804612450658" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zLqT9Bowp4E/SAGUwYZtmWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/L8NfIO6oXyo/s320/algemeenadministrator1img1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 244px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 214px;" width="219" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="justify">As our society states, the backbone of any religion is GOD. Every religion has its own religious leaders and their own prophecies. Well, they all seem to fit in some way or the other and are never ever devoid of followers. Its the greatest debate that has started from the first time that a man felt his sense, "Who am I?", "Who created me?", and "Is there somebody or something that created me that/whom we call GOD?". Well, nobody knows for sure that what is probably true, but every religion has its own answers to it. Maybe, this is the main reason that people are drawn towards religion. Religion gives people hope, faith and answers to what they seek, and people enjoy it even there is no proof for it. Well, if it is true that there is God then, what? Well, it's a difficult ask to fathom and answer.<br /><br />And of course there are people who are not bind by these and look God and void, and try to derive GOD in the form of a mathematical equation. Every religion, we see, say that GOD created universe out of nothing. Well, can it be really possible, matter out of nothing? Not till now, I suppose. If we look at the Hindu religion, the creation of the universe was done as: It says, "There was void and suddenly something happed in the dark void and an "Anda", a spherical object appeared, then when this object blasted, then formed air, water, sky, fire and finally earth. And when these things finally combined, gave rise to "Virat Purush", the Enormous Man. This Purush (Enormous Man), is such symbolized that its upper body is the seven upper universes or "Positive Loks", Swargalok, the "Heaven", Baikuntha lok, "The Kingdom of Universe" as also described by Jesus Christ in Bible, and lower body symbolizes seven lower universes or "Negative Loks", PatalLok, the "Hell". And in the middle remains Mother Earth and is the same structure for our own body as human beings are also described as a reference to this "Purus", as stated in the ShrimadBhagvad. And so forth the entire universe is this "Purus" and everything is guided by his wish. Somewhat, similar is the explanation in Bible where Universe is created from nothing. So, is it true that the things states in the religious scripts are true? Well, they obviously carry some weight!<br /><br />But Science denies it! The scientific community has been striving hard to find out the truth behind the origin of the universe. They wouldn't believe something written in any ancient books and believe they are true, without any proof. They are people of reasoning and seek reasons for anything imaginable. This starvation for knowledge led to the theory of the Big Bang, theory that the universe began with the explosion of dense matter. Then again recently, with the introduction and validity of all the Five well known String Theories combinely gave way for the "M-Theory". The M-theory, the magical theory that says a lot about the origin of the universe and its dimensions. It brings the concept of the 11th dimension and that of the parallel universe. It proposes that when something blasted in the commencement of the universe, then two parallel universes were formed. One universe is the one in which we are in and the other which is somewhere out there with all the laws of physics in opposite. "Nature shows us only the tail of the lion. But I do not doubt that the lion belongs to it even though he cannot at once reveal himself because of his enormous size" - Albert Einstein. Well, is it the full tail, many physicists are optimistic but maybe this is not the "Theory for everything" that we are seeking. </div><div align="justify"><br />Well, now at this point of reasoning, I would like to point out a feeling of mine. Comparing back, the parallel universe might exist, if we look at the ancient Hindu scripts. The parallel universe might be nothing more than the "Negative Lok", that is referred. This is the Lok or place where laws of physics are opposite, the symbolic seven colours of the rainbow that these Loks are represented with are just negative to the symbolic colours of the "positive loks", as stated. Well, the seven Surs of music are also opposite or in the negative frequencies in these "negative loks". Maybe this is a valid point or a silly reasoning, only God knows, if he exists!<br /><br />Science without religion is lame and religion without science is blind- Albert Einstein. Well, the Guru of modern science said so, so there is great weight in these words. He believed that scientists are the most religious people in the world, who talk with God in their reasoning and find a solution to a <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLqT9Bowp4E/SAGVVoZtmXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/przDjDmDR7o/s1600-h/om2.gif"><img alt="" border="0" height="173" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188592444562577778" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zLqT9Bowp4E/SAGVVoZtmXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/przDjDmDR7o/s320/om2.gif" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="184" /></a>problem. So, if there is God, then this is his wish. So, if there is God, then how is God like. Is he like Vishnu, Shiva, Jesus or Allah or any other form. Is the spherical object earlier stated, the first atom of God, if God can be described in terms of matter and the dimensions of time and space. But these things might work not. Because, if the truth behind God is proved mathematically, keeping the assistance of ancient philosophies, then we are again doomed, because, according to the ancient philosophies, God cannot be understood with brain, there is something divine above our brain, above the "Maya", the Play of the God. There is "Ananda" above all, the God's regime, where he is in his formless state, not bound by dimensions, time and space. He's not defined by physics because he is the Physics, he is the science.<br /><br />So, why are we here then? If God is there then why are we here, why did he create us? Well, science explains it with the help of a single cell, evolution, genes and laws of survival. The religion explains it as: "God said: I am your mother, I bring you here so that you can learn things on your own and of course I am always there to guide you and help you and love you. if I hadn't brought you here, then, Oh my son!, how could I have shown my love to you, that I love you so much and care for you so much and give you a chance to come to me and be a part of me, so do good deeds and follow my rules of love and harmony and you will be in peace and in "Paramananda" i.e, within me." So, saying this, God asks us to follow basic rules of Life and be an ideal man. But then, how to be an ideal man? Our religion tells us to follow their rules as they are the words from God. But these religious scripts were also been written by some human beings, many years ago, then did they really feel God and heard his words and wrote his verdict. It's a question to be raised and the answer is that The Yogis had "Siddhis", with which they enjoyed this treat, as stated in the religious writings. But, if this is true then, according to these writings, the Age of the Aquarius has begun as the regime of Jesus has completed 2000 years at the turn of this millennium, and that a new "Mesiah" will be born. So, advanced will be this Age of Aquarius that God could be understood and God can be felt and proved. So, if this is true, then we are awaiting a Miracle to happen.</div><br /><div align="justify">Well, then this is a never-ending debate, which promises many things. But the truth lies somewhere in or out the dimension of time and space. So, if God exists and his existence is proven, then both science and religion will come together because in one way or the other, both are trying their best to believe in the supreme power, one gives it shapes and worships but the other believes that it is a string or an electron and sketch it in the from of mathematical equations. Both are trying to reach the top with but with two totally different routes. </div></div>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420147159474479065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244772817534132521.post-75768750274524561962008-04-12T21:32:00.000-07:002008-04-12T21:35:25.400-07:00Transformation<div align="center">I'm a cry from the inner myths,</div><div align="center">I'm a volcano of thoughts,</div><div align="center">I make myself a dusty art,</div><div align="center">Even here, I'm so far and apart.</div><div align="center"><br />Embracing a life of illusion,</div><div align="center">I make inroads for cultivation,</div><div align="center">Cultivation leading to pleasure,</div><div align="center">And pleasure that I desire.</div><div align="center"><br />Pleasure, O pleasure, give me a break,</div><div align="center">I found a light, which is a snake, </div><div align="center">Snake, which makes me awake,</div><div align="center">Of love and life that all pervade.</div><div align="center"><br />Conquered is my heart,</div><div align="center">I believe I have a part,</div><div align="center">In this sea of art,</div><div align="center">Which is inside and smart.</div><div align="center"><br />A want to grow, and a want to embrace,</div><div align="center">I witness you, so close, your grace</div><div align="center">,Living, it has to be, so lovely, so pure,</div><div align="center">A love of a Mother, that’s for sure.</div><div align="center"><br />Nothing is that, I want, </div><div align="center">Nothing is there, I can’t and shan’t,</div><div align="center">A stream of light and a snow of glow,</div><div align="center">O God, now I know, it’s you, where I flow.</div><div align="center"><br />Who was I and where was I heading,</div><div align="center">Fighting and crying, sleeping and wasting,</div><div align="center">Here I am, and will be here for ever,</div><div align="center">In the silence of your holy, divine endeavor.<br />In the silence of your holy, divine endeavor.</div>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420147159474479065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244772817534132521.post-74448815202213465362007-11-26T20:17:00.000-08:002008-01-29T00:36:08.026-08:00First NoteA note is something that makes a remark, a remark which is as false and as true. But striving for truth is the thing to do.Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420147159474479065noreply@blogger.com0